>>1164115I want to die atop a pile of your slain descendants, drinking wine from a goblet I fashioned from the skull of your firstborn son, a Star of David carved into his forehead. I will hopefully achieve orgasm as I exhale my last breath, and as I slip this mortal coil my hot, rancid load will arc gracefully through the air, before planting itself right into your wife’s left eye.
My spirit will then chase you to hyperborea, and I will spend the rest of eternity making violent, steamy love to your soul.
Also all of this happens atop an active volcano for some reason.
